Walk onto the platform , clay till it molds , there it will hold and it will not fold. will you will it to get cold? only truth under uncertain lighting. chance, given no chance . wasn't it sought under the shade of a tree , like willow , will be , sunshine hides on the outside . Calm curious creatures can creep conformity . Custom made to be Taylor ganged . No one skeleton , grabbing the tangible bliss of the force . 'Small kiss of death the angel understood . To live free is to be recognized by no one , for everyone to see . Clear to me , transferred energy under the shady little tree . So fulfillment could take me , no where near . yet so close to where I wanted to be , like a dear caught in the headlights of a trucker. Like clearing the forest so the rabbit could take his watch . Taking each path the Little girl followed closely to catch & so she did . On ward she could go, inspired by one word, no. Soon they were together, faster than them together they spread . Cutting down forest wherever they wept . Shedding forever more light to the floor , for many demons to take it away . But they would branch out, She would have it no other way. Having no glory could have kept her away . Seeking was hindered to a balance, a peek unknown. But because of her fearless drive, she found herself at the tip. About to fall & To her dismay , madness is all around . Keeping her down, on the ground , Childs' play . By any means necessary, It was what she found that gave her a sight for value, somewhere it had been lost all around . In the moment that it was shared by another, her luck would be smothered . By the way that they decay, walking dead like soldiers in my bed . As I flip through my head , churning butter for old bread . Now in Acoma , shock driven and pacey . Dreams becomes screens , and morning become Bracey . Get a grip, willed the words . Coming from my mouth were like theirs, unheard by myself .. like meaning had lost its place somewhere between time and space . Dimensions turned them to dementia . Callings when the spirit world leapt to life . But the living , had no eyes for sight . Like a blind butterfly , day turned to night without a single star in sight . Again in search , pain and agony , anger driven rage . Turn the page on my belief . As if I had to leave it up to chance , and let the fates decide . So on a whisper I would glide, tilt, till I would guide . Find the abide , the law was beside . She grew my heart, that turned from a seed to a tree . And all that funky little rabbit did, was water my breed . She is like the pouring rain, waterfall , train. Loveliness, vain, and most of all sane . But to discourage not to an advantage . I lost my rocker , I did not fall off. Only suspended in my place until I could finally dime . Not a spoken word of yours, to trap us every again .
